Sweatshop- Brazilian Girls

Am I the only person home alone on a Saturday night? If you're out there, will you please answer?

Whatever. Today was another one of those days. You know the days where you wake up around 1p.m. feeling like you have a hangover, but you didn't drink last night... well at least that's my situation. Last night, I stayed up until about 5 in the morning reading, get this, a Christian romance novel. To be downright honest, I'm a sucker for romance novels, any type of romance novels; they make romance real, which is something hard to find nowadays.

Aside from this oh so embarrassing fact, not much new to report. Next door neighbors are moving. I never really liked them. Did I mention that I live in some shitty apartment building? That adds to why I don't like them. When I told the Sr. (aka my father) about this (that is about the fact that I didn't like them), he gave me a look as if I did something to insult the human race. What did I do? It's not like I went and killed a whole bunch of people. What I did was that I said that I didn't like people, not all people, but just certain people (like huge asses). Is that so horrible on my part? Am I not allowed to not like people and be frank and honest about it?

(Sigh.) I don't know. I just believe that life is way too short to bullshit about liking someone that you think is the world's biggest ass. Either way, be honest with someone today, tell them they're an ass. It might not make life easier, but it will make your conscience a whole lot lighter. As always, let's be free to be you and me; let's be young and free!